The Sound of Hammers in the Night

[Cas]

Not moments after the notice of the Black Parade were released, the Graveyard seemed to be alight with activity. The courier Dallas running back and forth between the graveyard and the town Merchant's District with orders, though what they pertained only the readers would know. Meanwhile, two large v-like structures were drug up from the inside, and soon the Master Crypt Keeper would be seen sawing away and hammering... something. Measuring tape and angles constantly measured, the sound would bang lightly through the area as the nocturnal woman went to work. Should anyone ask her, she'd tell them simply she was building good shelves.

And that all or any were welcome to help.

[Cas]

The construction of shelves is complete, and one can see the many tea lights and candles being placed upon the graves shortly after the afternoon rainstorm. The Master Crypt Keeper working to set up for the day's events. A notice appears soon after upon the outside in the nobles district and around town.

Beloved Citizens,

Please join us at the Graveyard for the candle-light vigil portion of the Black Parade Event as we pay our respects and mourn the loss of our most beloved and fallen citizens during the cataclysmic Wormwood Eclipse. We await you with extra wreathes, candles, and flowers throughout the day at the Cemetery, and invite all who seek solace and a safe place to grieve to come visit.

Sincerely,

Riley Keller
Master Crypt Keeper

[OOC: I will be in the graveyard from now until later tonight. I've been unable to get away until now but have now started kicking off this portion of the Black Parade. Feel free to stop by!]

[Cas]

The sound of hammers has returned to the graveyard.

The Master Crypt Keeper could be seen hauling wood often into the fenced area and making due with a saw (were those flecks of blood?) to begin to cut away bits and pieces. Though often she seemed tired, at her feet a small bundled creature followed. Usually jittery, and if not it, form cloaked from view as it stood only at her knee, a larger puppy would be found patrolling the fence line.

Usually she'd be at it for hours, making one coffin after another, measuring and ever the focused being. Though a cool wind would remain about the white haired woman, she'd keep to herself and remain hard at work, keeping open and inviting, though albeit busy, for any who wandered through to visit those long past.